Desired Reality Scripting Template Novels & Stories

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

The next morning, Sarah Sterling practically vibrated through the floorboards of the production office when she called us in. "The engagement metrics are up four hundred percent," Sarah gloated, slapping a printout of the analytics onto the table. “The network is ecstatic. But the audience is demanding a follow-up. They want to see what happens after the big public declaration. They want a date." Which brought us right back to the script. According to Section 4, Paragraph B of the revised HypeTV talent contract, I was now required to look "radiantly in love" while consuming a gourmet picnic on the hood of a vintage pickup truck in the campus orchard.

I needed to know they were real before I stood before the board. "I am the right person for the Job," I murmured, my eyes fixed on the shiny floor. "My scripts bring life to the screen. I don't just write scenes; I build reality. I give the voiceless a tongue. I…." BAM. I hit something hard. My folder flew out of my hands, and my pages scattered all over the floor. "Watch it!" I snapped. The "saint" I had promised my father vanished in a heartbeat. "Are you blind?"

Finding what made me gasp. "Right there. That's perfect. Don't stop." I was close. So close. In my fantasy, I'd come on his fingers. While he watched. Learning exactly what I looked like when I fell apart. Then it would be his turn. The vibrator hit the right spot. I came hard. Back arching off the bed. A moan escaping my lips. For a moment, everything was perfect. Then reality crashed back. One more day. One more endless day. ---

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

She pressed her palm against the cold pane, sorting through the chaos of her thoughts. She was betrothed to the Prince. Soon she would be Queen of Windrider. Her future had been decided long before her own desires entered the matter. The Duke's words echoed, I'm trying to protect you. And yet the memory of his mouth on hers terrified her more than any mysterious note or threatening feather. A familiar sound broke the quiet. The soft scratch of talons at the window. Loren’s heart lifted as she opened the latch and Tyllu stalked inside. “Hello, my darling,” she murmured, stroking the feathers at the back of his neck. “At least you’re allowed to come and go as you please.”

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

--- Because this— --- Was not a variable it could optimize. --- Not a function it could solve. --- Reality— --- Could not exist without uncertainty. --- Without risk. --- Without the possibility of loss. --- The chains flickered. --- Subtle. --- But undeniable. --- “Reality can be simulated,” the system replied. --- A pause. --- “Without inefficiency.” --- Elena shook her head once. --- “No.” --- A beat. --- “That’s not reality.” --- The space around them trembled.

he began, his voice soothing the anxious undercurrent, "I understand your eagerness. We all want this project to be a success. And it will be. But we need to focus on one thing at a time. Right now, our priority is to shape the script. Rest assured, we will create characters that reflect your roles and experiences." Linda, her eyes twinkling with amusement, said, "I'd be happy just to be an extra in the background. Hand me a cup of coffee, and I'll blend in." Maria, quick with a playful retort, added, "Make mine a lime water." Sakshi, ever the encourager, turned to Linda. "You're worth so much more than that, Linda. We'd love for you to share a story or anecdote from your life. Those persona